Title: Some Pig

Gender: Male

Age: 42

Sun Sign: Taurus

Chinese Sign: Fire Goat

Location: Victoria, British Columbia

"All the world's a stage,
  And all the men and women merely players: 
 They have their exits and their entrances; 
 And one man in his time plays many parts,"
 
 Perhaps, a bit cliché to quote Shakespeare as a theatre guy, but...

My life so far has been fabulous and the roles I have played on stage and off
 have been many and varied.  I am grateful for this.
 
 "His acts being seven ages. 
 At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
 
 I probably was mewling and puking but there was no nurse, 
luckily I had my Mum.  
I was born on the East Coast of Canada to great parents and into their story.   
My Dad a working class hero and my Mum rich girl out of his league.  
He was a bit of a hoodlum, in the Grease sense anyway.  
Love was the bond.  I was the middle child between two sisters, 
the only child they planned for and the biggest challenge of the three kids.
 
  And then the whining school-boy, 
 with his satchel And shining morning face, 
 creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. 
  
 Not always Unwillingly, I liked school in my later days.  
But as a child I was 'exciting', not the word my parents would have used.  
Dubbed "Wild Man MacPherson" by their friends.
By five, yes by five I had many great tales to tell including 
driving through the front wall of a small store, 
drinking a bottle of aftershave 
and sitting outside during a hurricane, watching as the neighbours (empty) trailer flipped.
 In grade two my teacher, (an excommunicated nun) 
proclaimed to my parents that I was possessed.  
She was trying to save me but suggested an exorcist.  
Her final proof was in my left handedness which she was trying to cure me off, 
with a liberally applied ruler.  
Briefly went on some test "medication" to calm me down, 
but soon my father took me off it because he wanted me to be fully me.  
Respect him for that, even I think he was crazy!  
The teacher's belief wasn't far off... but that's many other stories.
 
 And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, 
 with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. 
 
 As a hopeful romantic, this is more me than I care to admit.  
But I have found love and Love 
and found that being a romantic is very helpful when you want to find the love in everything.  
Besides, loving everything gives you lots of material for ‘"woeful ballads".







 
 Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, 
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, 
Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. 

Been many types of soldiers in my time but none have carried a gun. 
Less of a fighter, more of a... well... see above.  
Soldier in the sense of fighting (metaphorically, at least usually) for things I love, 
or things I think are just, or for important ideas, or for Peace and Love and Universal Happiness.

Truth be told though I have always seen myself as more of an adventurer/story-teller.

But I do often have a beard!

And final somewhere between this stage and the next of the Justice I am now.  Joyfully lost and learning and loving it all, 

working on avoiding "the fair round belly" but never had the "good capon" 
which probably makes it easier.

 And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. 

Looking forward to the rest with some excitement and trepidation though I am not sure about how he raps it up here.  Can't complain though it is Shakespeare after all and as an Actor, one does not dis' the Bard.  (Even if sometimes maybe he deserved it!)

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 

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